Banana slices over captain crunch, that's what's up
Elmer Fudd harassing daffy duck, that's what's up
The magic touch is happily wrapped up in his rabbit punch
Attackers dumping hazmat into the aqueduct
Splash, that's what's up
Pattern makers acclimate to cabin fever, meter mapping, tapping out the dagger wave
Crash and grapple with the castaway who cracked the cuffs
A little hack and slash, a little razzle dazzle, that's what's up
Ragtag bunch, bag lunch heavy
The treasury keep his petty cash in bad luck pennies
Came in the door, a flash flood to the levee
Wearing paint made of mashed berries and blood of the yeti
Bet
The mathematics doesn't rattle us, that's what's up
It's adding up to a massive hole where the attic was
I'm in the alley where it smell of actual battlefront
And weed and coke and meth and crack and dust, that's what's up

Buzzing down the ave, had the whole block shouting that's what's up when I pass
Fleabags in the backseat, ruffles on the dash
Returning to the scene to free his monkeys out the lab
Dag, that's what's up
Goat legs, goat horns
Damn it all plants all scarecrows and no corn
You should see the whole horde climb down and go forth
Ghost world exports, rival town folklore
Oh lord
Every atom cut to splatter punk
Predisposed to rabble-rouse, batten down, that's what's up
At the lily pad spilling nickel bags of funk
Ducking all these silly fads, shit is wack, that's what's up

Lately, I've been watching mostly horror flicks
People being disemboweled, demons doing parlor tricks
Witches in the forest making soup with supernatural stuff
Creature on a killing spree, it's him or me, that's what's up
By jove, roadside oddity
Roam side-roads that defy cartography
Fat drum snatch-and-run ragamuffin, that's what's up
Missed you at the double back, catch you at the jackal hunt
Hacks, that's what's up
Is that what's up? That's what's up
That's a pack of travelers acting savage to the maximum

Up before the other team
Taut leash in each hand, it looks like I'm water skiing
Well, I'll be damned, wrong day to reach land
Take the long way around to shake the unseen hand
Son, be a lamb
Cold brew, vanilla oat
Keep 'em coming til his every stupid cell explode
Rap stickers on his travel mug, that's what's up
Key lime pie, graham cracker crust
I wouldn't trust a single one of y'all to crack the dutch
Nobody's checking y'all like that's the stuff
That's what's up